Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life; And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state: (Who is, if every owner were well plac'd, Too indirect for long continuance. Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king? And in the morning early shall mine uncle Bring him our purposes: and so farewell. Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love. Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Blunt. 'Pray heaven, you do! [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's House. Enter the Archbishop of YORK, and a Gentleman. Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed brief, With winged haste, to the lord mareshal; This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest To whom they are directed: If you knew How much they do import, you would make haste. Arch. Like enough, you do. To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence, To wage an instant trial with the king. Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; there's Douglas, And Mortimer. Arch. No, Mortimer's not there. Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Percy, And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn The special head of all the land together; The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, And many more cor-rivals, and dear men Of estimation and command in arms. Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd. Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed: For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,For he hath heard of our confederacy,And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him; Therefore, make haste: I must go write again To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael. [Exeunt severally. ACT V. SCENE I.-The King's Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter King HENRY, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN of Lancaster, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and Sir JOHN FAL STAFF. K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer P. Hen. The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. Where you did give a fair and natural light; A prodigy of fear, and a portent Of broached mischief to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content I have not sought the day of this dislike. K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes it then? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace. Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks In Richard's time; and posted day and night It was myself, my brother, and his son, That |